When i was old enough to be in shorts, merrily running around the playground, there was no gender distinction. Boys/Girls all looked to the same to me and were treated as such. As long as you could climb a tree, we could hang out together.
Then puberty hit, girls started growing bumps all over their bodies, their voices changed and they started to act all strange and weird-like around boys. Boys suddenly sprouted, voices changed too, a bit of stubble here and there and we began to become shy-shy around the girls. As we boys grew older in this period, conversations began to be dominated by the topic of which girl was hot, which girl was easy, and various girl tackling techniques. Looking back now, we were so one-tracked in our thinking that its almost funny!
Then we men became adults. Things changed once more. The shyness is mostly gone. We don't refer to women as "girls" anymore. And our conversations about women are far less frequent than before. And even when we do talk about women, the coversation seems to have evolved to another level.
Men who are married talk about their wives. These men are divided into two distinct groups: the type that has been married for less than 5 years (Type A) and the type that has been married for 5 years or more (Type B). Type A can't stop gushing about his wife. Always flattering, with a smile permanently planted on his face. Type B can't stop complaining about his wife, often nodding in sympathy when a fellow Type B confides in him. Type Bs look at Type As as naive little boys. Type As swear that they will never become Type Bs. Together, they act as a pretty efficient support group. Husbands Anonymous.
Hello, my name is Aizuddin. And i'm a Husband.
I can imagine myself saying those words as i'm inducted into this group sometime in the present future. But right now, i'm an outsider, watching in, listening, trying to learn and amazed that this is what i could become.
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